Oral sex

A haiku for the sleeping woman next to me.

A detailed account of precisely how I’d like you to suck my cock.

I want your eyes on mine.

I’ll happily spend hours between a woman’s legs, but I can’t let anyone spend fifteen minutes between mine.

You sit feet from me, and every small, calculated move you make sends me spiraling.

V continues her tale — kneeling, this time without hesitation, in a room full of strangers at Le Trapeze.

V documents a morning tryst far better than I ever could have – I just showed up and drank coffee.

Veronique comes a dozen times, and pretty quickly.

I want to press my face into your jeans, to feel how hot your cunt is in anticipation of what I’m about to do to it.

I want to slide your jeans down, off your legs, over your ankles to reveal your thighs, your knees.

I want to force your knees wide apart, to expose your cunt, covered by your panties, to the air, to my gaze.

So many questions I want answered. But not with words.